The lukewarm coffee mirrored the meaningless state of the world outside his window.
Each new scroll was a fresh assault. Another fire, another war, another piece of him chipped away.
He mindlessly scrolled, the click-clack a hollow counterpoint to the hope that danced in his head.
Another notification "Connect with old friends!" A humorless snort escaped him.
Friends from a bygone era, when hope wasn't a fragile butterfly fidgeting just out of reach.
He shut down the computer, the screen a bleak reflection of his own dimming light.
(These are just words on my screen, They do not mean anything)
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Wren Scorn
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Comments (3)
Yes, said well, how it is right now, ugh. Great poem Describing it. ❣️
What a poem. Very well done.
Beautifully written, even if they don’t mean anything! Good job!